One Moment Please!
2BAGS was part of a grog session at a cousin’s place in Kinoya last week. While there is a standard rate at which the person calling the shots calls for next taki, some people have a faster paced craving for the brown label. After timing the taki, I discovered that there was a five minute lapse before we relieved our parched throats again. With seven of us and our different talanoa about work and life flowing, the rate at which we were drinking grog was just right for us. That was until another talkative and loud cousin entered. We will call him Dauvosa. Well, Dauvosa graced our grog session with another half kilogram of grog three hours after from when we actually started. This is when all the bickering started. He chose just the right time to come join us – when we were almost like dead flies and our eyes barely opening from too much grog consumption. With him being so lively and bubbly, his presence was torture for us. He brought more grog supply which was supposed to be a happy thing for us, but unfortunately after three hours, we were not too happy seeing more grog. But tradition has it since his Dad is the eldest out of all our paternal parents we couldn’t just leave, but had to seek his permission to do so. With this in mind, Dauvosa was in control of the grog session now. He called for the next taki and commanded everyone in the house -meaning we couldn’t just have a conversation with each other. If we did, we were to be very careful with what we said. His presence had woken us from our grog slumber. We were now on our toes and Dauvosa caused more torture when he kept calling for the taki at two minute intervals and not our usual five minute one. Some of us broke protocol and just decided to stand up and leave while another cousin commanded Dauvosa and screamed ‘One moment please’ after the fast lane taki intervals became unbearable. Lesson learnt is choose your grog buddies wisely.